Auf. Name not the god, thou boy of tears,
Cor.

Auf. No more.

Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too great for what contains it. Boy! O slave!. Pardon me, lords, 'tis the first time that ever I was forc'd to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords,

Must give this cur the lie and his own notion (Who wears my stripes impress'd on him; that must

bear

My beating to his grave;) shall join to thrust
The lie unto him.

1 Lord.

Peace, both, and hear me speak.
Cor. Cut me to pieces, Volces; men and lads,
Stain all your edges on me.- Boy! False hound!
If you have writ your annals true, 'tis there,
That like an eagle in a dove-cote, I

Flutter'd your Volces in Corioli:
Alone I did it. - Boy!

Auf.

Why, noble lords,

Will you be put in mind of his blind fortune, Which was your shame, by this unholy braggart, 'Fore your own eyes and ears?

Con. Let him die for 't. [Several speak at once. Cit. [Speaking promiscuously.] Tear him to pieces, do it presently. He killed my son;-my daughter; He killed my cousin Marcus;- He killed my father.

2 Lord. Peace, ho; no outrage; - peace. The man is noble, and his fame folds in

This orb o' the earth. His last offence to us Shall have judicious hearing.- Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace.

Cor.

O, that I had him,

With six Aufidiuses, or more, his tribe,

To use my lawful sword!

2 Judicial.

Auf.

Insolent villain!

Con. Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill him.

[AUFIDIUS and the Conspirators draw, and kill CORIOLANUS, who falls, and AUFIDIUS stands on him.

Lords.

Hold, hold, hold, hold.

Auf. My noble masters, hear me speak. 1 Lord.

O Tullus,

2 Lord. Thou hast done a deed whereat valour

will weep.

3 Lord. Tread not upon him. Masters all, be

quiet;

Put up your swords.

Auf. My lords, when you shall know (as in this

rage,

Provok'd by him, you cannot,) the great danger
Which this man's life did owe you, you'll rejoice
That he is thus cut off. Please it your honours
To call me to your senate, I'll deliver
Myself your loyal servant, or endure

Your heaviest censure.

1 Lord.

Bear from hence his body, And mourn you fór him: let him be regarded As the most noble corse, that ever herald

Did follow to his urn.

2 Lord.

His own impatience

Takes from Aufidius a great part of blame.
Let's make the best of it.

Auf.
My rage is gone,
And I am struck with sorrow. Take him
up:
Help, three o' the chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
Beat thou the drum, that it speak mournfully:
Trail your steel pikes. Though in this city he
Hath widow'd and unchilded many a one,
Which to this hour bewail the injury,

Yet he shall have a noble memory.

Assist. [Exeunt, bearing the body of CORIOLANUS. A dead March sounded.

VOL. VIII.

C

JULIUS CÆSAR.

FLAVIUS and MARULLUS, tribunes.

ARTEMIDORUS, a sophist of Cnidos.

A Soothsayer.

CINNA, a poet. Another Poet.

LUCILIUS, TITINIUS, MESSALA, young CATO, and VOLUMNIUS; friends to Brutus and Cassius. VARRO, CLITUS, CLAUDIUS, STRATO, LUCIUS, DARDANIUS; servants to Brutus.

PINDARUS, servant to Cassius.

CALPHURNIA, wife to Cæsar.

PORTIA, wife to Brutus.

Senators, Citizens, Guards, Attendants, &c.

SCENE, during a great part of the Play, at Rome: afterwards at Sardis; and near Philippi.